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letra de did it again - bazel 3d

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young lan on the track

basel
[verse 1]

aww d-mn i done did it again
dodgin these cases like peter laflair
used to call up keaira ask what ima wear
i keep coppin g fazos can’t stop by the pair

she got a -ss
and it’s fat like i like
and when i get in it i pull on her hair
she brazilian and white
and dont f-ck with no dikes
she only like barbies
but she’ll let me pipe

pimp daddyy b
put my name up in lights

pimp daddyy b
b for back on my grind

pimp daddyy b
b for b-tch i’m gon shine
ion gotta no watch
but i know it’s my time

my momma graduated magna k-m laude
i hate checkin prices
f-ck costs i just buy it
me and tk the heart of the party
can’t copy my swag cuz ain’t n0body like me
they used to hate me
just cuz i was different
now they gon keep callin
talm bout they miss me
that hoe off the liquor
keep askin for kisses

but i can’t get caught up with none of these b-tches
2 doors on the whip and the windows was tinted
but inside that whip was a movie
and half of the casts was some shooters
(aye)
and she got big t-tties like she work at hooters
(aye)
why i kept f-ckin my tutors?

and why you keep rappin when n0body listenin?
and i been runnin outta patience..
and lately been thinkin b dizzle the greatest
copped a eighth from the plug
(plug)
and kept flippin it like i’m cooking some bacon
i got shooters out in macon
that ain’t shy wit dat glizzy they’ll fry you like bacon

tk
[verse 2]

boy i swear these n-ggas phony
n-gga know dese n-ggas not yo homies
n-gga don’t trust these n-ggas
know i got the 40 on me
(got the 40 on me)
n-gga i’ll leave you on yo lonely
(n-gga i’ll leave you on yo lonely)

when them guns start comin
n-gga yeah
they start runnin

a n-gga gotta hit a l!ck
a n-gga gotta tote a stick
a n-gga really with the sh-t
a n-gga gotta hit a l!ck
make a muf-ckin flip

terrius crimiel
[verse 3]

make a mothaf-cka flip
i just hit the plug for a zip
now i gotta get the zip
(now i gotta get the zip)

totin these 40s
these n-ggas be talkin
i’m f-ckin they shordies

we up in the back
and she givin me top
i guess that’s my confession
(yeah)

i’m teachin y’all lessons
stop askin me questions
i’ll beat ya depression

(run that back)

i’m teachin y’all lessons
stop askin me questions
i’ll beat ya depression

because i know these b-tches want me
cuz i got this money on me

drippin all this gold now
sauce drippin to the flo’ now
got my money stacked to the roof now
n-ggas know it’s the truth now
(n-ggas know it’s the truth now)
(yeah)

smooth jay
[verse 4]

i been the truth so long
baby i’m here to stay
i’m just like get it when she want it

no frito lay

i been the truth
cop tha raf
take the roofing off

i be goin when we steppin out
(aye)
i be the coldest you ever seen
i got the keys just like billie jean
i hit the stage all the hoes just scream
i’m pullin up on ya team

ain’t no more flexing these adderalls
last call for alcohol and this dawg
i been in it baby get it off
du da ray task force

we be like everytime
f-ck tha opps
i pull up on em we make it pop
everytime that i had had the drop

most of them lil n-ggas scared of me
i pull up on em
they rest in peace
momma told me
see the best for me
everytime get it out for me
we gon graduate with beverly
(ohh ohh ohhhhhh)

ain’t no testin me
checkin me
no files
no feelings i’m gone
(yeah)

too much my sauce i’m pourin
i’m k!llin dese hoes
way back back then
i did it for bro
my brother did 10
3 in a row

hated on me, you my downfall
ima come back baby
hit ya with the cole slaw
p-ssy so wet i’m goin raw

hit a n-gga wit a sawdoff
(yeah yeah)

it’s boogie

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